The Fieldstone Review

Her Resistance

by Debbie Okun Hill

Her parents straddled a politically correct fence.

    As a baby girl, skin soft pink
    she slept curled sideways in her infant corral:
    her country home wallpapered in yellow and navy
    and a rocking horse border circled her room.

    At age filly-five, she tested her limits.
    Her green and red Play-Doh
    stuck-silly to her fingers; her orange bicycle
    splish-splashed through grey puddles.

Today, she's a free-spirited        child.

    Nine-years-old turning 16, she bucks
    her gender-neutral ways: washes dirt from her hands,
    snubs loud sirens, mechanical wrenches, toy trains,
    and cars gifted with white-walled tires.

    Instead, she rebel-whines for psychedelic swirls
    on rose-painted walls, satin pouf curtains,
    ribbon-laced skirts, and green apple scents.
    A rebellious fight for independence.

Her diaper-clad dolls and plush-pillow pals applaud:

    her forward escape through open gates,
    her blonde mane wind-blown and flowing,
    her stride confident and strong
    like a thoroughbred champion:

    the revolutionary wearing a pink blanket of roses.